Last night my Cowboys lost. (I’m thinking it’s time for Jason Garrett to go, but I digress.)
Anyway, as I’m watching the game I say to my wife, “these announcers are horrible!”
Kind of arrogant. Kind of opinionated. In fact, I am very opinionated. Especially when it comes to sports. Especially when it comes to my Cowboys.
Today is election day, where my opinion actually matters. Come to think of it, election day is one of the few days a year where your opinion ACTUALLY matters.
I don’t write much about politics. Not because I don’t follow them or that I don’t think they’re important, but because everybody is so polarized and so angry, I just don’t think it helps to add one more opinion to the mix.
As it relates to politics, I have very strong views.
My political views were formed mostly in 1988 when I received a life changing phone call.
I was at work when I received the call from home. “We’re gonna have a baby.” I was stunned. My mind started racing.
Before that call I didn’t watch the news.
Before that call I didn’t care about insurance, retirement accounts, or the stock market.
Before that call I didn’t follow politics.
After that call, the prism for which I viewed the world changed.
My eyes were no longer my own. My eyes were now the eyes of a child. My eyes were now the eyes of MY child.
The weight of the responsibility washed over me. It was heavy, but not in a burdensome way. No, it was more like discovering a mission. A purpose. THE purpose.
What’s more important than raising a child?
Maybe I should pay more attention to events in the world.
What is a Republican? What is a Democrat?
“Democrats are for the working man!” says my Uncle Jerry. “All Republicans care about is business!”
That’s pretty much the best political analysis I’ve ever heard. I didn’t realize how brilliant it was until many years later, but my uncle summed up for me all of politics with those two simple statements.
I’m a simple man. I like simple solutions. But I had a conflict–I like the working man, AND I want to someday own my business.
What’s a poor boy to do?
Do I have to choose?
Ultimately, I chose to be a Republican. Not because I love businesses or because I’m against the working man, but because I realized one simple truth–without a business the working man doesn’t have a job.
Without a job a man can’t provide for his family. Without a job a man can’t give to his church. Without a job a man can’t pay taxes. Without a job a man can’t give to charities.
Turns out my uncle, who perfectly framed politics for me so many years ago, created in me, a lifelong Republican.
No, the choice isn’t a very difficult choice at all.